| You can say I’m mad
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| You can say I’m crazy
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| But I’m only as bad
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| As the maker who made me
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| Sinner in the darkness
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| Liar in the church
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| Deaf man’s silence
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| The blind man’s search
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| Teardrop falling
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| Memory recalling
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| Ghost in your dreams
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| And your secret recordings
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| Mad man’s matches
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| Lump in your throat
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| The pea under your mattress
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| The hole in your coat
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| Singer with the sound down
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| Winner on the come down
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| Poet in the overcoat
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| Looking for a suntan
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| On his birthday
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| Prisoner on his first day
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| Tired of the new wave
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| I rise to meet you
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| As your trust dissolves to shame
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| Oh, this innocence has turned and lost its way
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| Retrace the footprints
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| Off the path from which I came
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| I’m the beast in you, the beast in me
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| (Which way are we going?
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| The doors close in an hour)
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| You can say I’m mad
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| You can say I’m crazy
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| But I’m only as bad
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| As the maker who made me
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| Needle for the user
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| The pain in your chest
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| Beggar and the chooser
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| The wicked man’s rest
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| Fear in the stuntman
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| Sneer in the playground
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| Bottle in the hand
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| Of a dirty old drunk man
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| Leaf falling
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| Autumn calling
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| Dark clouds forming
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| I rise to meet you
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| As your trust dissolves to shame
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| Oh, this innocence has turned and lost its way
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| Retrace the footprints
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| Off the path from which I came
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| I’m the beast in you, the beast in me
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| Bite my nails
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| Right down to the skin
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| Where one trust ends
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| And another lie begins
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| Patch over holes
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| In my weakened heart
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| Which angels hold
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| And devils pull apart
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| I’m the beast in you
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| The beast in me
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| The bitterness, the jealousy
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| The part of you that never sleeps
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| (Are you my angel?
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| Will we walk all night through solitary streets?)
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| And you hardly can imagine
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| What you never had before
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| And the reason that you’re given
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| Still leaves you wanting more
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| And you hardly can imagine
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| What you never had before
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| And the reason that you’re given
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| Still leaves you wanting more
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| I rise to meet you
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| As your trust dissolves to shame
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| Oh, this innocence has turned and lost its way
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| Retrace the footprints
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| Off the path from which I came
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| I’m the beast in you, the beast in me
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| The bitterness, the jealousy
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| The part of you that never sleeps |